Camp Northenswalle was basically what Kasna had imagined the camps-proper to be -- here the loathsome magic-tainted dwelled, packed tightly, efficiently, and near-comfortlessly into oversize wooden shacks, watched by guards who showed no sympathy as they came and went, herded into huddling lines for soups that would have served better to feed pigs and bread that was dry and sour. Here the dangerous animals, the sinners known as magi, were made to feel the weight of the burden the rest of the world bore due to them. Here they felt the pressing call of what, to Kasna, was at least a modest penance... has the White Lily Knight her way these aberrations, these abominations, these human-shaped sins against nature and nature's god would all, all at once, be herded together and lit aflame like so much kindling, the smoke of their purification rising to heaven as the incense of true righteousness.
What the mages got here was more than they deserved... but nonetheless, as she gazed around and took it in, she found herself nonetheless satisfied in a deep, justified kind of way. This was as it should be...
... as it always should be.
Northenswalle had been a good choice on Nasin's part, though again the conscript likely didn't know how pertinent he was proving to be. This particular mage-herd, though well enough watched by towers and patrols, was in Kasna's estimation unpleasantly close to both the stables and armory. If there was to be trouble within the fort, here was where she expected it to arise. She'd wanted to judge the spirit of the prisoners, to determine with her own eyes and ears the likelihood of uprising...
... from the down-turned gazes and emaciated, frail bodies she saw more regularly than not, Kasna -- a very faint hint of a smile creasing the edges of her lips -- felt she had her answer. The mages in Northenswalle were in poor condition to stir trouble.
Still, she wanted to see more. And so they walked on.
